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Just spent the most wonderful weekend in London and am so proud of my little darlings – well, not so little these days! Harry’s just finished his first term at Central, where he’s one of only 4 students doing theatre sound. He’s absolutely loving being in London (and what 18 year old boy wouldn’t!), but I was caught unawares by one of his comments about what was so great about life in the capital city: he said, no-one had once made a remark about his appearance. OK, I know Norn Irn is a bit conservative when it comes to its inhabitants, and sure, people with blue dreadlocks don’t merit a second glance in London. I just never realised my tough gothy heavy metal loving son was so sensitive about jibes at his long hair and baggy shorts.

I’m so proud of this young man, who’d previously dropped out of school. But, inspired partly by our lunch with an astronaut at KSC last year (thank you Storey Musgrave), he decided to follow his dream, and secured himself this rare opportunity by portfolio and references. He was working with Pink last week.

Jemima had a ball. Which was just as well, as it was her treat for getting such great feedback from her teachers this year! I’d asked her “Would you like a puppy? A pony? No? OK how about a weekend in London…” and was bowled over by her exuberant acceptance – literally!

We gave a standing ovation to Legally Blonde, we shopped at Harrods and bought her Christmas pressie of a lovely new red coat, we ate Chinese food in Chinatown, joined in the carol singing at the tree in Trafalgar Square, ice-skated at the Tower of london, and drank mulled wine watching the street theatre at Covent Garden.

It’s looking likely that the pair of them will be here next year (Jem’s sent off her audition applications to Laine and Bird today), and I just wonder – should I join them?